“Liberty On my notebooks from school On my desk and the trees On the sand, on the snow I write your name On every page read On all the white sheets Stone blood paper or ash I write your name… — Paul Éluard Copy Share Image
“The poet is much more the one who inspires,than the one who is inspired.” — Paul Eluard Copy Share Image
“Your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips Our silence, our words Light that goes, light that returns A single smile between us In… — Paul Éluard Copy Share Image
A woman is more beautiful than the world in which I live; and so I close my eyes. — Paul Eluard Copy Share Image
She is standing on my lids And her hair is in my hair She has the colour of my eye She has the body of my hand In my shade she is engulfed As a stone against the sky She will never close her eyes And she does not let me sleep And her dreams in the bright day Make… — Paul Eluard Copy Share
“Et partout où elle a passé Elle a laissé L’empreinte des choses brisées.” — Paul Éluard Copy Share Image
All my desires are born of my dreams. And I have proven my love with words. To what fantastic creatures have I entrusted myself, in what dolorous and ravishing world has my imagination enclosed me? I am sure of having been loved in the most mysterious of domains, my own. The language of my love does not belong to human… — Paul Eluard Copy Share
The front windows as are the watchmen of grief - I've been looking beyond expectation - Beyond myself - and I do not know as I love you - Which one of us is missing. — Paul Eluard Copy Share
